Spirit Clothtag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-5338972017-11-27T07:44:56-05:00Jude Hill...stitching a story because it seems I might be able to communicate something through cloth making. I hope so. TypePadWays to hold it. Pattern. tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c8bd453ef01b8d2c1b8b0970c2017-11-27T07:44:56-05:002017-11-27T07:43:43-05:00This time. It is a cut out. Paper. Turns out it is 1/2". I once made a quilt with 1/2" squares. Nine Forever. ( Maybe I should get a tattoo? ) This is not a template for a patchwork square....jude

This time. It is a cut out. Paper.

Turns out it is 1/2". I once made a quilt with 1/2" squares.

Nine Forever. ( Maybe I should get a tattoo? )

This is not a template for a patchwork square. This is a paper pattern, for size, for play, for a stitched nine which you might have noticed in my work . A lot. It is very much at the center of my pattern holding.

It's a loose drawn patch. Free. Who knows where else it might land? Be held.

Yesterday, early, it was right here.

Later in the day...

Stitched. Like an anchor. Holding. Small but weighty.

I traced around the square which made it slightly larger and it's not exactly perfectly squared. Because that is how it went. Is.

Follow the Suntag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c8bd453ef01b7c92a89ac970b2017-10-16T09:12:35-04:002017-10-16T09:13:19-04:00Yesterday, this photo was posted to Instagram. Folks like it a lot and I think that is because it has joy. A lot of something is always surprising. I made 5. Maybe to share in the shop. But then not....jude

Yesterday, this photo was posted to Instagram.

Folks like it a lot and I think that is because it has joy.

A lot of something is always surprising. I made 5. Maybe to share in the shop. But then not. Maybe that is diluting me lately.

The fifth one is here... just now.

Yesterday I was simply calling it migration (which I'd like to add to the sanity series). The field of stitch marked a way through. (how going became like flowing) Now I am also calling it follow the sun.

Partly because it is cold and cloudy today. And partly because of how the little loose stitched patch seems like a bit of Kindness. So I'll leave it there today.

Home is a sensetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c8bd453ef01b7c924d5f7970b2017-10-03T11:14:27-04:002017-10-03T11:14:27-04:00Home is really a sense of something, isn't it? You might carry it with you no matter what. Where. Considerings often turn to reconsiderings before the day is through. Now that we have lived so many days it is easier...jude

Home is really a sense of something, isn't it? You might carry it with you no matter what. Where. Considerings often turn to reconsiderings before the day is through. Now that we have lived so many days it is easier to see how much they might be. We've been reconsidering home. The where and the when.

I thought it was Wednesday already so here I am. Days without electronics are different. My sense of time is way softer. And no news. That makes a day way different. I checked the news today. Is it a crime not to know? I asked myself that. Not knowing is not the same as not caring. I said that to myself too. What shall we consider to be useful information ?

I made this image while thinking how we hide behind our ideas.

I'll be online on Wednesdays now. If I can remember what day it is. Just to be kind to my eyes. In between, Instagram.